Other/real-life/favourite internet friends read this part: If you guys love me and trust my taste (this is dubious, I realize), then go check out The John Wilkes Kissing Booth (cough my boo's band cough), who, yes, are on tour. They're kinda Afghan-Whigs-by-way-of-The-Smiths-via-Jon-Spencer-ish. Only more dangeresque! Go support some indie rock that cares. Look, ma, no jaded.

You like how i use myself, and my own totally egotistic lame non-fame, as a lure? "Go to this show, 'cause you MIGHT be able to meet me! Or touch the hem of my robe! BRING OUT YOUR LEPROUS CHILDREN!" Sometimes I spend the whole day figuring out ways to behead myself. clm.